I created the Holy Grail War, shocking the world

【In front of me.】

The knight in silver and red armor stared at the figure intently, his voice trembling and choking with sobs: "I just want to be your shadow..."

"Why...why don't you ever look at me?"

The king did not answer. His calm eyes were like a mirror, reflecting the ugliness of all things.

[At this moment, the king no longer seemed like a human, but like a god, a god who treated everyone the same and equal.]

[The knight who watched this unconsciously took a step back, then moved forward again.]

[But the king had already turned and left, his cloak sweeping past the stone pillars, and disappeared from sight.]

[Her golden hair was tied into a ponytail. Her face, which was identical to the King's, suddenly became ferocious, and her body trembled: "People like you, people like you..."]

[In a solemn and dignified corridor.]

A handsome man with straight red hair and a serene beauty that resembled an elf, gazed at Wang Yuan's retreating figure with eyes as bright as amber, sighing softly.

"My King~"

“You don’t understand human nature…”

[On top of the tower.]

The hooded man, surrounded by flowers and feathers, watched the scene calmly and whispered, "Little Arthur, are you really not going back to Avalon with me?"

【The end of the castle.】

The King, whose steps faltered at the Fairy Knight Tristan's sigh, muttered, "Merlin, that's just running away."

【言毕。】

[With steps like measuring, I walk alone towards the king's courtyard.]

【Camelot today is like a shattered dream.】

[The reduction in production caused by environmental changes, the conflict between the fantasy species and humans caused by food shortages, the rebellion caused by hunger... too much, too much.]

She still has too many things to deal with.

.......

"Fuck, this can't be..."

People's eyes widened: "The Mordred, the son of King Arthur who destroyed Camelot and killed Saber?"

"So, whose child is she..."

"Don't keep looking at Brother Shu, okay? What does this have to do with Brother Shu? This is a man-made human created by Saber's sister, the witch Morgan, using Saber's genetic genes."

"Hiss, no wonder you have such a strong grudge against Saber?"

"It seems like Saber doesn't acknowledge her? That's Saber's fault in itself."

"What the hell is wrong? What does it have to do with Saber? Isn't this just Morgan and her own problem?"

"Yeah, why is she blaming Saber? Shouldn't she blame Morgan?"

"That's what Merlin said. Saber carries too many ideals, so people have too high expectations of her. If their expectations aren't met, they'll feel resentful."

"Fuck, good people deserve to be pointed at with guns? What a naughty kid."

"Friendly reminder, Mordred was induced to be born. He's only five years old. You know how immature a five-year-old's thinking is~"

"Sigh~~~"

"So the destructive power of a naughty child is directly proportional to his ability!"

"Ah, Saber is really having a hard time. This literary youth called Tristan is really good at making sarcastic remarks. He doesn't understand the people's hearts. The people are you, right? Filling your stomach is the real reality, the foundation of everything. Sad and melancholic, you uncle. But he is really handsome. I can't bear to scold him."

"What do you think? A beauty that even gods and fairies would be fascinated by."

"You're still a prince. Honestly, it's hard to understand the needs of the lower classes under these conditions."

"Ah, Saber is really difficult. Camelot has been hit by a lot of natural and man-made disasters, and these own people keep causing trouble."

..........

【late at night.】

The man hailed as the strongest knight, the greatest knight, who even defeated Gawain, known as the god beneath the sun, tossed and turned, his face distorted violently.

[Pain, struggle, guilt, and disgust at one's own baseness.]

【but…..】

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He finally stood up, put on his clothes, and put on his hood. Using his world-renowned ability to disguise and hide, he sneaked into the palace. He came to the window he had been thinking about day and night, and called softly, "Janevere..."

He hated himself so much.

[Face to face with such pain and longing, not finding excuses to comfort himself was his last remaining moral obligation as a knight.]

[No, perhaps, he is no longer worthy of being a knight...]

.......

[On the spire of a vast and magnificent castle.]

"You really don't want to consider it, Arthur..."

The man lowered his hood, looked up at the cold crescent moon, and gave another warning.

【distance.】

"Lancelot————! You are such a despicable villain, as expected..."

The furious roar of Aguiwen, the Knight bearing the darkness beneath the throne, was heard, then abruptly stopped with a terrifying explosion and visible sound waves.

.........

Broken fragments flashed in the eyes of countless people.

The ideal country that once illuminated this land was eventually shattered like a dream.

The broken picture turned.

Everything has come to an end.

The burning earth, the broken hills, and the broken swords densely packed together formed a sea of ​​swords.

....

【At dusk, the setting sun is blood-red.】

[The endless Sword Forest Hills, with corpses piled up into small hills, the people and warriors who once fought against the invaders and built an ideal country, are piled up casually like useless rags.]

[Pairs of angry eyes looked at the sky, as if questioning.]

Why is this happening?

“Arthur——————!!”

[The knight, clad in scarlet and silver armor, screamed hysterically, his voice exhausted.]

[Gripping the sword of rebellion, he tore through the storm, splitting the earth, and charged towards the lone king on the high hill with a desperate charge.]

[With an indifferent look in the King's eyes, he swept his sword to meet the attack.]

[“Clang!!”]

[Amidst the sharp sound of metal clashing, a terrifying storm exploded from the core of the collision, splitting the earth and tearing apart the clouds.]

【Boom.】

[A holy sword shot up, then fell to the distant earth, piercing into the sword forest.]

In the shockwave of terror.

The knight's feet dug into the ground, forcing him forward hundreds of meters, plowing a deep trench in the earth. His internal organs were injured, and blood flowed from the corners of his mouth.

But she didn't care. She held the greatsword in her hands, staring intently at the lonely king standing on the hill with his back to the dusk, roaring and questioning:

【"Why……!"】

[“Why don’t you admit that I’m your child~”]

【On a high hill.】

[The dim sunlight at sunset casts a yellowish silhouette on the king.]

Her bangs covered her eyes, but that half of her face looked so empty, so numb.

[“Why was I born like this?!”]

The knight grew even more furious, wielding his greatsword and transforming into a whirlwind. His body stretched across hundreds of meters, slicing through the clouds and the thousand-meter-thick air currents, unleashing the power of the red dragon inherited from the king before him.

No answer.

[The king drew out the holy spear at his side and held it horizontally.]

“Clang!”

[In the terrifying collision, visible waves spread silently.]

[As if bearing some terrifying pressure, the ground within a kilometer shook violently.]

【Immediately.】

[Around the two, the earth rose layer by layer, even surpassing the hills, forming a wall of heaven that surrounded them. Then, it shattered with a loud bang, and in the terrifying wave of vibrations, it completely turned into dust.]

[“Why don’t you answer me!!”]

[The knight swung his sword wildly, questioning hysterically.]

[The King silently wields the Holy Spiral Spear, fighting and killing in silence.]

[There is no extreme speed beyond the limits of vision, only a heavy blow with all one's might, destroying the earth and tearing the dusk into pieces.]

"Answer me!!!!"

The knight in the horned helmet roared, risking a bullet in the shoulder, and repelled the king for the first time, just as he was about to take another step forward.

[That familiar figure had appeared before him without him noticing when. The Holy Spear knocked her sword aside, and then...]

【"laugh--"】

[The sun sets in the west, and the broken golden-red light shines before the sun.]

[On the high hill, the king lowered his head and pierced the knight's chest with a spear, nailing him to death at sunset.]

【boom--! 】

The helmet, made of Oham's sacred steel, shattered under the overwhelming force, revealing a young, beautiful face.

[The face that belongs to the king.]

“Father…Father…”

The setting sun was as red as blood. The girl murmured something, her lifeless body, its core shattered, drooping limply on the king's shoulder.

[Among the endless corpses of soldiers fighting each other.]

The King did not look back, but slowly raised his head in a hollow manner, gazing at the dim sky.

[Ah… Another person…]

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354. Rias: Dividing the earth, tearing the sky apart, are you sure this happened in life?

High hills at dusk.

The lonely king.

This bleak, beautiful and sad scene is deeply imprinted in people's hearts.

for a long time.

for a long time.

Only then did someone wake up from the situation and try to drive away the sadness: "Your father is your father after all. Xiao Mo is being beaten like a son."

The others also forced a laugh: "There's nothing we can do. To put it bluntly, Xiao Mo is just a replica of Saber's artificial human. He can't beat the real one."